Page 10 of Line of Sight (Second Sight #4)

GARY CLOSED the door of the office behind them.

“The names of the friends who went to the concert. You noticed, right?”

Dan sat at his desk and logged on to his laptop. “The fact that they’re all on the list Barry gave us? Oh yeah.”

“What are you doing?”

His fingers flew over the keys. “Checking on train times from Penn to Boston. He might have gotten an early train.”

“No, he couldn’t have done that. The first trains from NYC don’t get into Boston until after nine, and Scott was already dead by then.”

Dan listened to the tapping of keys. “So what are you searching for?”

“Not searching—I’ve found it.” Rock music filled the air.

He frowned. “Isn’t that Led Zeppelin?”

“Uh-uh. Robert Plant singing ‘For What It’s Worth.’” Gary peered at the screen. “Well crap.”

Dan got up and wandered over to Gary’s desk. “Let me guess. You just spotted Greg Collins in the audience.”

“Yeah.” Gary hit pause and pointed at the image frozen on the screen. “I know it’s been a couple of decades, but that is him, isn’t it?”

Dan leaned in. “Yeah. He wouldn’t have lied about that. It’s too easy to check up on it. So I guess he couldn’t have killed Scott.” He pulled a face. “So much for my instincts. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to look at the whole ‘being in two places at once’ angle?”

“I hate to break it to you, but it also means none of the others on that list could’ve committed the murder either. Great. The first case we investigate and none of our suspects were even in the state. Well, possibly.”

Dan nodded. “The only one we know for certain about is Greg.” He perched on the edge of Gary’s desk. “You know what interests me?”

“No, but I’m certain you’re about to tell me.”

“Why Greg Collins lied to us.”

Gary stilled. “Which particular lie are you referring to?”

“When I asked him who got them the tickets. Think about it. He can recall the names of the people with him but not the name of the generous individual who provided the tickets? I don’t buy that for a second.

Because I think the concert is his alibi.

And if I’m right, you’d think he’d come up with a better answer than ‘I don’t remember how we got the tickets.

’” Dan folded his arms. “There is one reason why he might have withheld the name, of course.”

Gary smiled. “He didn’t want us to know about the mystery benefactor.”

Dan nodded. “Which makes me even more interested to find out his—or her—identity.”

Someone who was trying very hard to stay out of Dan’s line of sight.